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Seeing that the morale had been bolstered again, Draco only smiled, and leaned back in his throne. His chuckle rumbled over the chanting of the Space Marines, and again Morale was going to be shaken. Despite the flamers, the Sludge, Liquefied Darkness remained, getting only deeper; moving to waist deep, forcing them out of their comfort zone. Once the Guard Towers of Draco were finally in sight, Draco launched one more Morale-Based attack, the hardest, and most important test the men needed to pass in order to continue onto the actual Crucible of the Valley of Shadows.



Draco himself appeared before the entire Army, his head flashing into view, steam rising from his nostrils and maw, eyes likewise steaming with rage and power. The earth and sludge all rumbled around and beneath the low, thunderous growl. Suddenly, before anyone could move, those massive jaws opened, and Draco unleashed a long, booming, ear-shattering roar. Like One Hundred Thousand thunder-claps the sound came crashing down on the ears of all Guardsman, Space Marines, Librarians, Commissars, and the Emperor himself. Likely completely shattering their eardrums, and even, perhaps, killing some instantly. Any who died or broke formation again would sink immediately into the abyss of the darkness. Those who did not were met by Draco's maw closing, the growl continuing before the lips peeled back into a sadistic smile, the image vanishing within the blink of an eye.

The next portion of the advance would continue at The Watch-Towers of Draco.